Fortunate Country

The final lines of Willa Cather’s “Oh Pioneers” are stirring:

“Fortunate country, that is one day to receive hearts like Alexandra’s into its bosom, to give them out again in the yellow wheat, in the rustling corn, in the shining eyes of youth!”

Thank you to all of you who have signed up for shares in Little Flower Farm. Your hearts are already being given back again in the rows of little pea shoots, and the Broccolli and the Cabbage plants all braving flea beetles and frosts, their trunks thickening every day.

There are about 18 shares left.

“I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings."
-first two stanzas of William Butler Yeats' “The Lake Isle of Innisfree”
Also of note: please save egg shells for us if you want to! We crush them up and feed them to the laying hens for additional calcium-strong healthy shells!